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Star Crossed LoversHere I am a girlStar Crossed Lovers2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A girl of little years
One seen small of the world
Many drastic fears
There was a day
Where I believed
I could live without a care
Fall in love
With whoever was there
Instead, my only love
Came from my hate
At my dress up party
A love blossomed within our eyes
Something more beautiful
Than you could see
Romeo, Romeo he was my all
But never the less,
His name made us fall
But in my eyes he was the best
What fate hath brought
Us to our doom?
Maybe it was wrong of us to assume
It probably hath been far too soon
Romeo as fair as you are,
There is nothing I can do
I've tried every trick
I don't think I ca
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was
B'jaaku the KhajiitName: B'jaaku AKA "Figment"B'jaaku the Khajiit1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 5'9''/ 170 lb.
Age: Early 20's for a Khajiit
Eyes/Hair: Yellow/Short brown hair with those big sideburns
Fur: Tan and brown
Alignment: CN
Major Skills: Illusion, Destruction (Lightning), Sneak, Pickpocket
Apparel: Apprentice-style robes and hood, shrouded boots, thief's gloves, golden earrings
Attitude towards Strangers: Playful, but dismissive
Attitude towards Friends: Playful and kind
Goals: Just to relax and have fun while mastering illusion magic. He'd like to develop a spell that kills people with their own nightmares.
Religion/Beliefs: None, but he finds
Thinking in ProgressI have so many things to tell you.Thinking in Progress9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many things I want to say to you.
Words that form in my head,
Day after day.
But for some reason…
I just can't seem to speak them aloud.
So instead of letting these thoughts pour out,
Allowing the sound of my voice to fill the air,
I sit in silence with you.
I really want to talk to you about them.
I really do.
But sometimes I am afraid.
So very terrified of the consequences that could come.
If I just let one of the words slip out.
My worries, and hopes, and dreams…
I wish to whisper them all to you.
So what the hell is stopping me?
The same thing that stops everyone i
Beautiful SoulAll those words you say about yourself,Beautiful Soul11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you say you're not a good person,
All that nonsense that comes out of your mouth,
I never believe any of it.
I know you.
You are a kind and sweet person.
But you only show this side to the select few you hold close to your heart.
I don't think even you see it.
It is something subtle and quiet,
And yet still strong and steady.
It's so beautiful.
Those people who assume and judge at first glance,
Ignore them.
They don't see the precious thing they have right in front of them.
Deny it all you want.
I'll argue with you all day and night about it.
I see this precious person I
Three WordsThree words people dream of each night before sleep,Three Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three words parents teach of with birds and with bees,
Three words grant a smile and set things to ease,
Three words people wish for to bring sweet relief.
Three words that were given and taken away,
Rip out a heart, leave a soul disarrayed,
A smile is broken, the sky fades to grey,
Three words became false and a heart fell astray.
Pick up the pieces, its never the same,
Three words once they're stolen are forever changed,
A burden so heavy it borders deranged,
Weighs down shoulders and hearts to leave a soul drained.
So when saying three words, please make sure they're true,
F
New DivideWords that burn skin away like ashes,New Divide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling, crumbling, bleeding,
The broken glass of a shattered heart,
Let's leave the pieces where they lay…
The strength of a drum; bang, bang,
The softly pounding heart,
The tears that crash like waves,
The screams that pierce the silence…
Perfection is unattainable,
Life is death-defying,
Flaws are happiness,
Mistakes are to be seen…
A Move is MadeA silence descendsA Move is Made1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So quiet it echoes in the dark.
The message is sends,
One of the ending of a spark.
All may be lost,
In the game of the heart.
To win at what cost?
For you may lose before you start.
A move has been made,
In this strange shielded game.
The hand kept in shade,
Nothing will ever be the same.
A Cracked MirrorSo coldly amusingA Cracked Mirror1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The casual risk looming ominously
Why am I so out of touch
A thousand tiny pinpricks tormenting my psyche
To take that chance
A halfhearted leap of faith
My doubts weighing heavily upon me
Making progress so ponderously slow
The image within that polished surface
My face, my knowledge, my soul
Only the outermost layer of the armor I'd built up
A harsh carapace coated with sharp filaments of frost
I know I'm cold
A lazy defense against a passionate heat
The violent kind
What they'd see is only the clearest reflection
Out of my control
My own distorted image
A gentle visage reflected in a cracked mirror
But
Tamed by the MuseTales of the forest spoken from lips velvet softTamed by the Muse1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lightly sensuous as they curve into a smile
A lady of expression, a bridge of hardship she'd crossed
If only to stay and talk awhile
Red hair a reflection of ideas burning within
A magnetic sickness that joyfully infects
Once again allowing an alluring madness to begin
Sharing secrets of which I fiercely protect
I feel like I've been tamed by the Muse
My fear and uncertainty stealing my energy
Because of her, my inspiration is new
A force that can't be restrained by gravity
©A. DeMario 2012
Power of the VoiceProjecting beauty within a single breathPower of the Voice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reveling within their rapture
Cascading notes caressing jaded souls
Amusement amid the standing applause
Even in life the joyful sound never leaves
Speaking; letting them forget the troubles in their lives
I understand the power of the voice
©A. DeMario 2012
DreamsSilently falling past shining pools of quicksilverDreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sardonic sickness infects me
Indulging pleasant delusions of potential
Memories of fevered stories, keep me company late in the night
Immersing yourself in the rains of long-term dreams
Finding that comforting place to ease a restless soul
I love it here
Without obligation or a care in the world, they have my pity
When my tired eyes flicker and open, cringing from the light
I quietly lament my personal transitory heaven
Reality sucks, but things are more valued, and ideas aren't as fragile
Greeting the day with a practiced zeal, I will accept what makes me stronger
©A. DeMa
WallsI build walls to keep things out.Walls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I build walls to keep things in.
I build walls to keep things to myself.
I build walls to avoid questions.
I build walls to avoid judgement.
I build walls to avoid constant Slander.
I build walls to hide my pain.
I build walls to hide my past.
I build walls to hide my emotions.
I build walls to protect myself from the world.
I build walls to make myself seem strong.
But I can't hold up a whole strusture alone.
I become weak.
Everything builds up behind these walls
and
I fall.
The walls crumble.
Everything that has been held back is released.
Walls are not easily built.
It takes time to bu
The Brass RoomThere is a world beyond my reality, and into my dreams.The Brass Room1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A magical place that isn't so special.
A room that doesn't exist, here it does. Only in my dreams.
Every time I visit this place, it's so hidden, and I don't think I should knock.
It's a tight squeeze in, but wary, things are not stacked properly, yet the never wobble, they never fall.
A room of brass where the bathroom should be.
Along the walls, overflowing shelves of lamps, cups, and containers litter the room neatly. I never touch anything, and I never know the purpose of this place.
It's a nice place, how bright but dull, a place I like to explore.
I hate to leave, b
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you
I found out that hope can be so wounding
Now I know what love can do
As the pieces of my heart are still falling
You made me fade in-and-out of heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And you're right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into the same old hell with this vulnerability
The feeling is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you so much
A never ending stalemate, the sorrow is infinite
Stay Stay Stay
Don't go, don't leave
Pray Pray Pray
Don't let go of me
....Please
-
But you left me for the last time
I
Forsaken High Command: ElaborationForsaken High Command: Elaboration1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Introduction to the Council
How does the Council work? What do they decide? Why are they here? Questions. Many of them, as the structure of our shadow blessed society differs from all others.
In it's essence, the council can be broken down into several different elements. The chain of command is often different from zone to zone but there is never any question regarding it. And there never should be even a hint of doubt towards our Queen's almighty will.
To this day, the different functions of the council often comes down to one thing and one thing only; Keeping the Forsaken warmachine marching forward, never stopping, never hesitating. Th
CrushI see the beauty within youCrush1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see it in me?
You're a girl with a heart
A girl with an open mind
Do you feel what I do?
Do you feel the chemistry?
I didn't expect this to happen
It was the furthest thing from my mind
But that's how it goes, isn't it?
Infatuation and hope springs up
When least expected
When my guard is down
Are you willing to try?
Do you get excited when you hear my name?
Like I do with yours?
My heart jumps when I see you
I want to take the chance
But I don't want to scare you away
I want to show you what we could be
I want to see you every day
I tell you my secrets
And you tell me yours
I hope you f
MusicA song is poetry set to music,Music1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as love is friendship set to music.
Music makes things better, stronger.
It expresses things we cannot say,
and even brighten your day.
There's still a choice;
to listen to it,
or to be a part of it,
to make it your voice.
It can be a risk,
but life is nothing
without that risk.
Silver Cog - A Steam Punk PoemSilver CogSilver Cog - A Steam Punk Poem4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Steam Punk Poem
Silver Cog
Hands so black and covered in grease
If I could find that precious piece
We'd fly this ship, they'd be amazed!
The sails set loose, the flag be raised.
When it's in place, we'll leave this fog.
If I could find that silver cog...
Fatal Slip - A Steam Punk PoemFatal SlipFatal Slip - A Steam Punk Poem4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Steam Punk Poem
Fatal Slip
The timbers blazed,
the ship's been razed.
The captain made one fatal slip.
The alarms made no sound
as we neared the ground.
And Fear held us in his grip.
They closed our eye
so they could hide.
And the console didn't blip.
The sky ran red
and we knew we were dead.
As the pirates boarded the ship.
I Love You, Pappy: Part 8, Before a StormI Love You, Pappy: Part 8, Before a Storm4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been three days and, but for a few minor issues, things had actually been going well.
He'd talked to Mary about the Rabbit situation, and she'd taken the kids to her mother's place in Virginia, leaving him alone in the mansion with his problems. Now there he sat in one of the many studies in the Walter Mansion, reflecting on his progress thus far.
Keeping The Jon in the dark had not been an issue. Now that Peter III was here, if The Jon wasn't dragging his favorite human off on some adventure, they were down in the basement for hours at a time visiting HatchWorth, much of the time with Alex Reed in their company. This effectively kep
I Love You, Pappy: Part 4, HatchWorthI Love You, Pappy: Part 4, HatchWorth4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"HatchWorth?" called Peter II, knocking on the door to the vault.
He'd walked down to the basement, taking his time, preparing for what was to come. What are you going to do about this? Alex Reed had asked. He'd been talking about The Jon, but it had made Peter Walter II think of something else; what WAS he going to do? He was talented, yes, but he was not the inventor his father was. He'd never brought anything to life, created existence out of metal and gears. Once, he'd asked his father about the Blue Matter, the force that kept the mechanical creations alive, and his father had tried, truly tried to explain, but it might as well have bee
I Love You, Pappy: Part 3, The JonI Love You, Pappy: Part 3, The Jon4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You and I need to have a little talk, Jon," said Peter, hoisting himself up on the bench next to his father's creation.
"I didn't do it," said The Jon, his eyes frantic and full of innocence. Peter sighed, closing his eyes for a moment; perhaps he shouldn't have started with The Jon. The golden bot wasn't stupid, so comprehension wouldn't be a problem; he was, however, fragile. It wasn't going to be easy.
"No, no one's in trouble, don't worry," said Peter. He took a deep breath, "It's about the Colonel –"
"What, Pappy? Oh yeah, how's he doin'?"
Peter II's heart froze. He looked down, forcing the lump in his throat to disperse. Fina
I Love You, Pappy: Part 1, Peter WalterI Love You, Pappy: Part 1, Peter Walter4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Peter Walter II sighed as he slowly climbed up the winding stairs to the third floor of the Walter Mansion; it had not been an easy day.
His father, Colonel Peter A. Walter I, had died that morning after being confined to his bed for three days. Peter II had immediately turned off the Walter Wifi, but not before sending a message to the household:
"Everything is fine, stay where you are. I'll be there to explain in a moment."
He did not want the news spreading too fast. There were a lot of people (and robots) in the Walter Mansion these days. Though the country was still at war, the automatons had taken heavy damage after a year of combat;
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